First the roses, then the karmic debt

Love started like a soft promise. A quiet connection bloomed naturally. It felt effortless, like spring flowers. Every moment felt meant to be. Everything seemed easy, like a dream.

Then, slowly, things began to change. The light dimmed. A shadow crept in. Karmic debts arrived, unseen, unspoken. Old wounds surfaced, old patterns returned. The joy became heavy. The lightness slipped away.

The first joy faded gently. It felt like a quiet loss. Misunderstandings began to sting. Words misspoken, hearts drifting. Fears awakened, sorrow entered. The power shifted quietly between us.

We tried to regain what was lost. But connection was no longer simple. It became a struggle. The path turned rough. We saw ourselves in each other’s flaws. Love became an active choice. It required effort, honesty, healing.

The debts were not for blame. They were chances to grow. Through struggle, love could heal. What once seemed broken could mend. The roses faded, but love stayed. It became something lasting. Stronger than before, enduring through time.